Goodbye to Ms. Partypants

Tonight was a sad but great night. Sad because Ms. Partypants finally made her decision, something that she has been grappling with herself for years, to move back to San Francisco to be nearer to her family. Also great because we went to her going away party and if anyone can throw a proper farewell it is Ms. Partypants.

Walking into her friends home who was throwing the party I was ESTATIC because there shining in the front dining room was a full sized pool table. Not only do I not get to play as often as I would like, that would be every day, I also would get an opportunity to bond better with the future Mr. Bulldog and the future Mr. Cutie Pie. I have always been super comfortable on the pool table and I really tried in the spirit of getting to know the guys better to rein in my super competitive nature. I don’t really think a shit talking cocky bitch is really the image I was working for to start a friendship. Perhaps the pool table was not the best thing to have at the party because I tend to get a little sidetracked. By the time I had gotten a dozen games under my belt and felt like I could walk away for a few moments to use the bathroom and do a courtesy mingling through the crowd Ms. Partypants had already passed out. Don’t worry we will go and visit her soon and then the party stories will begin.